Softest parts of her

Diary entry: 11/30/17

December 4, 2017

I’ll always wonder what it must be like to be with someone like you. In totality. In completeness. To belong. To become. To fulfill you and only you. To sleep across your chest at night and not have worries of separation over the next few days, I’ll always wonder. I fill with intense jealousy at imagining how lucky the next woman must be in her abilities to maintain and satisfy you. It doesn’t matter much to me in reality, no one will ever hold you in the light I do. Kisses may be warm but they hold no appreciation against lips as delicious as yours, as beautiful and full.